ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face?
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You've been carry a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while i had the chance
Maybe i will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river Ganges, God damns my name
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
